Thursday, May 31, 2007
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"In a medium bowl, with fork, mix together yolks and egg just to break them up without incorporating a lot of air. Slowly add the milk mixture, stirring with wooden spoon. Strain mixture through sieve into a pitcher; stir in nutmeg, cloves, rum and brandy. Let mixture rest, without stirring, for 1 minute. Skim off any bubbles or foam remaining on surface."
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6 comments:
Where are all the used condoms?
~Big Jim Slade
sadly, there hasn't been much of those littering the floor!!
You're using birth control?
~Big Jim Slade
The New Yorker kills such urges.
wow, then that stack of a dozen or so must be like a warning signal that emanates quite far...
Yeah, you're really not going to get much ass if you read the New Yorker. I went to a woman's apartment post-bar once. She had a New Yorker sitting on the kitchen counter. I said "Ugh! I think I'm going to be sick! I better go home!" and bolted.
~Big Jim Slade
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